Haunted Wood We Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

"Yet you swore to protect them" came the cold response to the older man's breakdown growled out through gritted teeth his heart pounding in his chest as he realized that there was a point made. Neither Eirwyn nor Serem had been held responsible though one had apparently left and the other was safe the fact she'd taken on pups that weren't hers and was exhausted. Flanks heaved with contained rage and the effort he'd put in to lay the man flat and he spoke between breaths as he backed off and sat down leaving him on the ground " I wanna know who ripped your face off. Flat out. I'll talk to them. But you're a warrior, you'll learn to fight without an eye. And you sound like you could understand a lot us here. I don't sleep unless I'm at peak exhaustion. I get nightmares. I get to remember every bad thing I've done. Every bad thing I've seen" he sounded exasperated but he was. He wasn't even a year old trying to help an older man process his life crisis. As Memory opened up he felt genuinely sad because it sounded like he was an amazing warrior but the whining man he saw now was nowhere near impressive. "Nix sounds like your Vengeance. Why don't you find your own power? Make a family or something. Make a pack the normal way" he suggested in a tone much more supportive than he'd ever used for anyone as he calmed down. "Stand up. Seriously. You're freaking me out and it's sad" he tried humor to lighten the mood, standing and walking over with a low wagging tail to show he wasn't mad anymore and he was sorry.